The air of Heartland welcomed me with a cold, bitter kiss the moment my foot touched down in the plaza. I shivered, soul, casting a small ward that killed the breeze inches from my skin. My aura flowed after me, spreading to fill the plaza. I willed it down, and the stars dimmed to a faint twinkle, obeying readily, as though being used for a vision had put it in a good mood.
The plaza was a small, open circle between two intersecting streets. At its center was a small fountain. The stone basing was cracked, chipped, and heavily stained; patches of dry moss hung from the center spigot. It had been some time since it had seen water. It served as the only witness to our arrival, the townsfolk from my vision nowhere to be seen.
"Wow. It really does feel like we were here a few seconds ago," Jenna said, looking around. "That vision power of yours is quite something."
"Move," Luxxa said, drawing her sword. "Secure the perimeter. Ensure there's no local threats."
